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some days just seem to float around like a Portishead song
not an overly depressing Portishead song, just a grey kind of one.
a song that makes me lie next to my napping girl for maybe
just a little longer than i really need to
makes me want to look outside
up, up. at those clouds all the way up there
doing nothing so creative as making something from the sky-fluff
nope
just looking at them moving by
moving by.
moving by.
moving by.
 
 
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